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Ariella Schiller

Ariella Schiller

Ariella Schiller lives with her family in Jerusalem, where she’ll dabble in almost anything involving words.
She works as a proofreader by day, novelist by night, and occasionally sleeps.

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Serial
Tuesday, July 23, 2024
Estee, why on earth would it make sense for you to take photos of my friend and his wife? You’re literally the same age”
Cozey Serial
Sunday, July 21, 2024
She’s looking down while she speaks, and I suddenly have the weirdest thought: She’s intimidated by me
Cozey Serial
Sunday, July 21, 2024
She doesn’t recognize me. We’ve been in school together since kindergarten and She. Doesn’t. Recognize Me
Cozey Serial
Sunday, July 21, 2024
Well, now we’ve just crossed over to crazy town. I do not have great taste. I have no taste
Cozey Serial
Sunday, July 21, 2024
It’s not really the studies that bothers me. It’s the fact that I’ve heard high school is a social jungle
Cozey Serial
Sunday, July 21, 2024
Did I do something wrong during bagels and iced coffee earlier? Use the wrong word, eat too quickly?
Cozey Serial
Sunday, July 21, 2024
“Dahlia,” Temmy says carefully. “Do you think a fourteen-year-old should be wearing browns and grays all the time?”
Cozey Serial
Sunday, July 21, 2024
I look up, up, up, where the white stone meets the blue sky. Hashem, I think, please let it all be easier. High school, classes, teachers
Serial
Tuesday, July 16, 2024
What was up with Ayala’s negativity? She literally sounded like she didn’t even like her husband of one month
Serial
Tuesday, July 09, 2024
The more she spoke, the quieter Dovid got, until she could hear the clink of his mug on the table between sentences